My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

On the bridge in the distance, an Iveco was parked, and Hank was in the middle to provide support.

Across the river, Rusek put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly.

Ethan has already circled the nearby trails twice and found nothing unusual, but it did allow him to discover several excellent places to commit crimes.

Pedestrians do not walk the entire trail, but also avoid the more remote places.

After taking a break under a bridge, Ethan threw away his cigarette butt and continued riding his bicycle.

"Hoo, ho, ho."

In the headset, the sound of breathing became more and more messy.

Looking at Erin who was jogging in front of her, Ethan quickly rode over, slapped her on the shoulder, and left a series of crisp ringtones.

"Ah~"

Erin gasped and cursed: "You bastard."

"Is there something abnormal?"

Hank's voice sounded.

"It's okay." Erin wiped her sweat and continued running: "I met a bastard."

"I bought it!"

Rusek complained: "Who keeps breathing heavily, it's killing me."

"Hoo, ho."

Erin deliberately breathed heavily again: "Come and bite me, I've been running for more than an hour!"

After a while, laughter rang out.

"Hahaha, come on!"

Ethan grabbed the handlebar with one hand and ate the hot dog with relish: "Lindsay, five hundred meters further, there is a hot dog stand, it tastes good."

"Fayou!"

Erin yelled angrily and ended the call.

If the two previous victims and the victim in New York hadn't been killed while running, she wouldn't have chosen the most tiring outfit.

"Notice!"

Another ten minutes passed before Hank's voice sounded: "There is a suspicious person on the uphill stairs next to you."

"Brown sweatshirt, white male."

Ethan looked towards the bridge not far away, and saw a man sneakily approaching the woman in front of him.

He quickly stepped on the pedal, and the bicycle rushed out like an arrow.

Although he highly doubted whether this was the person they were looking for, he couldn't let go of any clues now.

"ah!"

Screams rang out, attracting the attention of passers-by.

The man in a brown sweatshirt grabbed the handbag and ran away quickly.

"Chicago police!" Erin gasped and ran out from the other side, holding up her police badge.

The man in the sweatshirt turned around and threw Irene aside.

Irene struggled to catch up, but was easily passed by a bicycle. Ethan still had time to blink at Irene before roaring forward.

Hold the handlebars tightly with both hands and push off with your right leg.

"Bang!"

The man in the sweatshirt fell to the side, staggered and fell under a landscape tree, chewing a mouthful of mud.

The bike shook violently a few times before Ethan stopped tightly.

"Why don't you run away?"

Irene chased after him angrily, flew over and held down the man in the sweatshirt.

After handcuffing him, Erin panted and shouted into the microphone:

"The suspect has been successfully arrested."

Ethan walked back pushing the bicycle. He picked up the black handbag and handed it to the woman who caught up and was robbed.

"Thanks."

The woman took the handbag, thanked her and left in a hurry.

Now that the things have been recovered, there is no need to waste time going to the police station.

Erin pulled down the hood of the man in the sweatshirt and said to the white man:

"Let's go, I have something to talk to you about."

Returning to the vehicle, Ethan put on gloves and immediately searched the man.

The result was just as he expected, he was not the person they were looking for at all.

As wallets and cell phones were placed on the hood one by one, the man's occupation was almost confirmed.

"Which wallet is yours?"

Ethan grabbed his hair: "You know I can find the answer as long as I spend a little time. How about you cooperate?"

"The black one."

The man in the sweatshirt felt pain and spoke quickly.

Ethan opened his wallet, found the ID card inside, took out his cell phone, and motioned to Erin to look at him.

Just as he was calling the main station, several other people came running from a distance.

After a while, Iveco drove next to it.

Hank and Gene got out of the car and looked at Ethan who was on the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Ethan shook his head slightly:

"O. Mitchell, burglary, robbery, arrested a dozen times in these neighborhoods over the past decade."

"No violent criminal record, no rape, no sexual harassment, no murder, none of that."

"Hey!" Mitchell turned back excitedly:

"Rape, that's not me. I'm a principled person."

"Bang!" Irene grabbed his head and pressed it on the hood: "Shut up, it's not your turn to speak."

Looking at the wallet and mobile phone placed on the hood, Antonio fell into thought.

"What do you think?"

Hank was a little reluctant and looked at Antonio.

"Take this person back first." He decided to pay attention and whispered to Hank.

Branch 21, Chase Room.

Hearing the noisy footsteps, Burgess stood up quickly.

A wave of people walked up to them, and she kept saying hello.

Rusek pushed the man toward the interrogation room, and Ethan walked to the table: "Sit down, don't be restrained."

"Any useful clues?"

"No." Burgess shook his head quickly: "Basically, they are calls from the media, asking for interviews and asking about the latest developments."

"I've dealt with all these people."

She looked at the back of the man in the sweatshirt curiously and asked in a low voice, "Is this that person?"

"Probably not."

Ethan shook his head.

"guys!"

When Rusek came out, Antonio clapped his hands:

"Based on my previous experience in the arrest team, O. Mitchell, who was arrested just now, must belong to the local theft gang in those neighborhoods."

"This kind of person will be very aware of everything that happens on his turf."

He knocked on the table: "Next, I will interrogate you alone."

"I'm very experienced in dealing with people like this."

"OK!"

Hank patted him on the shoulder: "Come on."

Antonio took the evidence bag from Ethan's hand and walked to the interrogation room.

Others saw this and followed suit.

Noticing Burgess' longing eyes, Ethan tapped his fingers on the table: "Follow me and stay quiet!"

"no problem!"

Burgess jumped up excitedly and followed him inside.

In the observation room, Hank saw Burgess following Ethan into the door. He didn't say anything, just made a silent gesture.

Burgess nodded nervously. Patrol officers were not exposed to this kind of interrogation.

Opposite the one-way glass, the white man Mitchell who was arrested just now looked impatient, fidgeting in his chair like a monkey.

The door opened and Antonio walked in with a straight face.

Before he could speak, Mitchell shook his legs and spread his hands and said, "This is a false accusation, man, it's really unbelievable."

"I am a principled person and I will not harm any woman."

"Absolutely not."

Seeing Mitchell waving his hands and looking excited, Antonio smiled.

He threw the evidence bag on the table and took off his coat:

"You know? Actually, I believe you."

"Then why do you lock me in this hellish place?" Mitchell's eyes widened.

"That place today is your territory, right?"

Antonio walked up to him and fiddled with the wallet and mobile phone in the evidence bag: "You have gained quite a lot today."